I have a memorable past. Yeah a solid one. When I was 14, it was supposed to be my glory year where I should be in my game but instead I was in the hospital fighting for the pain I feel that day. I can still feel it. It happened in the middle of June. So that year i celebrated my birthday with medicine and stuff. and the sweet thing my friends did to me was they came to my house and celebrated my birthday with me. I really appreciate what they did. So after that big day of mine, people always use that excuse for my exception. at first I agree with it but after sometimes I realizes excuses have stop me from living. And for that I've blamed everyone. I became rebellious. I've done things I shouldn't do and that hurt the peoples who love me. To me at first it doesn't matter as long as i'm satisfied. It doesn't mean anything to me. I've made my mistakes and i'm sorry for the things I did. I realized what matters the most now. But inside i'm still the me I'm used to me. Sometimes refreshing back my memories bring back the pain in my past. I'm not that strong and yet i'm struggling. Please try and understand that every person's behaviors has their reason. I'm sick of critics! Nobody's perfect.
I'm a typical girl. I have husky voice and i'm not that tall. I'm the first daughter in my family. I can be really friendly and I can be a real bitch sometimes. But mostly I'll stay low and get out from everybody's way. I've changed but part of me still remains. I love privacy but I want people to know what's going on. If I can get a time machine I would go back time to watch me make mistakes and laugh at it. No regrets. I'm not sorry for my imperfections~
Sunday, 17 July 2011
Refreshing Back
Hi my name is Sitti Noorfitriannie Syahirah. People call me Shasha.
I have a memorable past. Yeah a solid one. When I was 14, it was supposed to be my glory year where I should be in my game but instead I was in the hospital fighting for the pain I feel that day. I can still feel it. It happened in the middle of June. So that year i celebrated my birthday with medicine and stuff. and the sweet thing my friends did to me was they came to my house and celebrated my birthday with me. I really appreciate what they did. So after that big day of mine, people always use that excuse for my exception. at first I agree with it but after sometimes I realizes excuses have stop me from living. And for that I've blamed everyone. I became rebellious. I've done things I shouldn't do and that hurt the peoples who love me. To me at first it doesn't matter as long as i'm satisfied. It doesn't mean anything to me. I've made my mistakes and i'm sorry for the things I did. I realized what matters the most now. But inside i'm still the me I'm used to me. Sometimes refreshing back my memories bring back the pain in my past. I'm not that strong and yet i'm struggling. Please try and understand that every person's behaviors has their reason. I'm sick of critics! Nobody's perfect.
True Story
I have a memorable past. Yeah a solid one. When I was 14, it was supposed to be my glory year where I should be in my game but instead I was in the hospital fighting for the pain I feel that day. I can still feel it. It happened in the middle of June. So that year i celebrated my birthday with medicine and stuff. and the sweet thing my friends did to me was they came to my house and celebrated my birthday with me. I really appreciate what they did. So after that big day of mine, people always use that excuse for my exception. at first I agree with it but after sometimes I realizes excuses have stop me from living. And for that I've blamed everyone. I became rebellious. I've done things I shouldn't do and that hurt the peoples who love me. To me at first it doesn't matter as long as i'm satisfied. It doesn't mean anything to me. I've made my mistakes and i'm sorry for the things I did. I realized what matters the most now. But inside i'm still the me I'm used to me. Sometimes refreshing back my memories bring back the pain in my past. I'm not that strong and yet i'm struggling. Please try and understand that every person's behaviors has their reason. I'm sick of critics! Nobody's perfect.
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